Monday lunch

Noah: Mom! I caught a fish! (while holding up a big piece of bologna from his sandwhich, slathered with miracle whip)

Mom: oh! wow!

Noah: I'm going to take my fish up to my room and eat it, ok

Mom: no, you're not. we eat our fish at the table in this house.

Noah: william, this is a fish.

William: no. (while mauling a banana)

Noah: This is a fish!!!